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"Mortals have sank into madness which allowed the underworld to open its doors. We will take advantage of this man's trying to summon a being from another world to send you in the Lower Kingdoms."

Of her past life, she has no memories. One morning she woke up by a river, and she's been wandering aimlessly ever since.

She doesn't know who she is, but sometimes a few images pa.s.s through her mind. Images of a world very different from this one.

A world essentially made of light, where people live in white cities so huge that towers which devour the sky were erected to welcome them all.

In this world that she sometimes travels in dreams, carts are pulled by winged creatures, and for many people it is enough to think to move around.

In order to communicate with each other, these beings, similar in every way to the Human beings of this world, do not need to open their mouths. They are able to understand each other through simple exchanges of thoughts.

Over there, all the children spend their days with their eyes immersed in thick immaterial books. Like sickness, in these upper cities, old age does not seem to exist.

This world where complete silence reigns seems utopian and yet very real to the beautiful young blonde woman with the short red warrior's outfit.

It's only a dream, so it's just as well to concentrate on the hard reality as to lose oneself in one's imagination, however fertile it may be.

...

This morning, she was preparing to cook the rabbit she had just hunted, when the earth began to shake.

Hidden behind high thickets a few feet from a small mountain road, the young woman placed her hands on the pommels of her two swords that hang down to her waist.

Less than thirty seconds pa.s.sed before she saw a thick cloud of dust appear from the road.

The dust was not enough to hide the infernal beings climbing on their enormous four-horned horses.

Knowing this new type monster that recently made its appearance to this Kingdom well, the young woman waited for the small army of about fifteen of them to move away before discreetly cut through the mountain to follow in their footsteps.

It did not take her long to climb the various rocks blocking her path, but once on the ridge overlooking the small valley, when she saw the thick smoke coming out of the burning wooden houses, she knew that she had not yet been fast enough.

...

"My head is so painful! What has happened?"

The young woman turns her beautiful blue eyes to the young monk lying beside her. It is not too early. After more than six hours, this sleeper finally deigns to come out of his dreams.

Until now, she liked to be alone, however, when she saw the boy lying at the top of the steps of this abbey, something made her want to save him.

It is possible that his beautiful face was the cause, or more simply, that loneliness was beginning to weigh on her. Whatever the reason, now, she is obliged to take care of this frail Human.


"I've gathered some food. Eat a little, then as soon as you're strong enough, we'll leave."

The fire, the heathen monsters and the red thing...

Dimitry has the horrible sensation that a herd of bulls has just crushed his head. It is painful, but not so painful that his ears can't hear that sensual voice.

The young warrior-monk tries to get up. Seeing that he is still too weak to see whose pretty voice it is, he rolls his body on its side.

"Monk, I didn't save you so that you put your lips on my thigh."

That's why he has this strange feeling of well-being. As a true devotee, Dimitry is still a virgin.

Although he hears perfectly the remark of the woman he hasn't seen yet, believing he's found a part of the upper world, he moves his lips to taste the soft skin that causes such agitation in his lower abdomen.

This moment of bliss unfortunately ends too quickly. The woman moves aside, leaving the young warrior monk wiggling his lips in the void.

A little disappointed but knowing that all the best things come to an end, Dimitry opens his green eyes that he had closed to better enjoy the sight of the very first woman he was allowed to touch.

Perhaps his devotion to the G.o.ds is rewarded? Looking at this sublime young blonde woman, whose provoking neckline slightly reveals two enormous b.r.e.a.s.t.s, the young monk would immediately want to give thanks to heaven.

He was often taken back by his elders for his impure thoughts. He never went to offer flowers to the women of the village, yet he fished so often in his thoughts that he had to confess no less than six times a day since he is eleven years old.

Dimitry is aware of his impurity, but is it so wrong to love those who give life? At the beginning of time, didn't the G.o.d of all things create six little girls and six little boys who became adults and who gave birth to mankind?

Dimitry knows it. The clergymen are wrong. There is nothing wrong with loving women, on the contrary, what is purer than to desire the flesh of the other s.e.x? Yes, being a pervert in a ca.s.sock should be the norm among monks!

With his eyes full of desire, the young monk, who until now has avoided leaving his abbey to avoid committing crimes, cannot take his eyes off the body of this desirable young woman.

What pervert did she save from that burning abbey? Aren't monks supposed to know how to control their male impulses?

When she discovers the big, erect s.e.x that discreetly emerged from the monk's black robe, she's not so sure anymore.

How can a monk possess something so huge between his legs? That's not the question. Why does she look with envy at this object that rises towards the sky and seems to call out to the G.o.ds? It is useless! In his present state, that boy would certainly not be able to satisfy her.

However, the young woman cannot deny that this young monk is really very handsome. She now knows that if she saved him from this abbey, which is now nothing but a pile of ashes, it was certainly not out of pure kindness or to deceive her loneliness.

Certainly, by seeing him crawl towards her like a worm, however beautiful he may be, she finds him extremely pathetic, but when he raises his arm and releases her breast from her battle dress, the young woman pouting, but she does not protest.

Dimitry gently lifts this breast which is far too large for him to hold in his hand. It's really heavy but a woman's body is so pleasant to knead, that he delicately squeezes the breast between his fingers.

So this is what those feminine mountains that he has dreamed so much of climbing all these years look like?

He doesn't know how to deal with women, yet this little b.u.t.ton in the centre of this giant b.o.o.b attracts his fingers.

With the help of his thumb and index finger, he grasps this soft pink b.u.t.ton and pinches it vigorously.

(Punch) "You idiot, you're really hurting me."

The movement accompanying his discovery must not be what a woman expects from a man, at least, that's what he imagines when his first lover punches him in the stomach.

What t.i.tanic force. He's been training his resistance for years and yet a single punch from this young woman and he can't breathe.

His breath finally returns. Not wishing to see his first s.e.xual experience escape, the young monk joins his hands and begins a prayer toward the woman.

"I don't know your name, but I know one thing. I wish to honor you as a man, so give me another chance and I will prove myself worthy of the hospitality of your crotch."

Does this boy would she confuse her with an inn that welcomes every traveller who stop nearby?

Offended by this hurtful remark, the beautiful young woman stands up.

What handsome boy? Saving such an idiot was certainly the worst thing she's done since she woke up. She's convinced of it. The boy still hasn't noticed that there's nothing left of the place he used to live in.

"Go m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.e in a bush, it'll make you feel better. When you've completed your personal business, let's get out of this town. There's no rest a.s.sured that more of these monsters won't come to join those who caused this chaos."






CHAPTER DISCUSSION